Stocks weighing heavily on my neck and shoulders, I dance nervously against the dungeon's brick wall. Today I am a prisoner in this fresh place. My 1st sentence: 3 hours of torturous anticipation. Time races by and the real soreness starts, beginning with a suspension and introduction to the signal whip. The crack of the flagellate is frightening; it stings against my skin. Rope digs into my interior haunches. i'm filled with the fresh sensations. Screaming, but loving it.